Dragoncrest Cliffs Security!

miette! that is not food! sobeille jabba-the-hut cackled as she swung from val's jaws, little tongue running along her teeth to catch any crunchy bits. she didn't know what marvelous occasion this was, but the food was exquisite and the convenience of it being delivered right to her door was a treat beyond compare.

placed upon the ground, sobeille pounced clumsily atop the fat back of a particularly tanky cicada. the squelch it made between her paws and the subsequent ooze was delightful! she chewed it thoughtfully as a shadow crossed over her.

sobeille forgot about val and tousaint, her attention stolen by the feather dangling in front of her face. discarding the dry bits of scute and limbs, sobeille rose to her feet and attempted to snatch the feather from astera's grip.